Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken')

Screamin whitewall tires and a by his side
got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the highstrings and on the bass

He play it high, he could play it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when comes to shove
The proofs in the

In a smoky tavern just off of Bourbon Street
stained fingers waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed
Hed ruled the for thirty years with an army of six strings

He could play it high, he play it low
He could make it cry, he could it moan
He knows when push to shove
The proofs in the

Sometimes after midnight, Billy through New Orleans
to the French Quarter, theres a man he has to see
The music is a raging like a city thats on
Billy felt just like an altar boy at the feet of a higher

Conley watched as walked across the room
Opened his and started a tune
The whole was silent and the lights were turned down low
stepped up on the stage and Conley whispered, Go, son, go

He could play it high, he could it low
He could make it cry, he could make it
He knows when push comes to
The proofs in the

Conley held his hand up, no one made a
And he handed Bill his old and stepped into the crowd
Billy played it soft, Billy it sad
Then he it talk and in came the band

the room was shaking
Before wall of sound
And just a off Bourbon Street
A new kings crowned

He could play it high, he could it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows push comes to shove
The in the pickin